Oh, I wish I were in Tahoe right now! 'Tis home to me by far. I just love the smell of the pines, the mountain air, swimming in the Lake, sitting around a campfire-taking in the smell, the flicker and the fanning of the crackling flames. I love snuggling with my hubby in our shelter-far from the mosquitos and June bugs.
The morning air and dusk are absolutely my favorite times of the day when in Tahoe. I remember one summer (of many) when I went hiking on one of the trails by myself, and a thunder storm welcomed me as I approached the edge of the woods. I heard the crackling of the thunder clap, I inhaled the smell of the moisture, and welcomed the rain that came pouring down. I was naive to be out on the trail by myself and had not told a soul I of my where abouts, but I knew that nothing, nothing could happen to me at that moment, as I felt the presence of god joining me in the incredible show of a mountain thunderstorm. The pinetrees welcomed the droplets, the golden mantle squirrels scurried to find their shelter, the pine needles underfoot softened my rumbling footsteps as I ran through the woods toward the water's edge, to observe the storm crossing over the Lake from one end to the other. It was amazing and beautiful.
'Tis my home by far and yet I am only able to visit this place I love so once (or maybe twice) a year, but always feeling the same, in love and one with this incredible beauty called Lake Tahoe.
Save Lake Tahoe. Save one of California's most precious destinations for all.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Baby, The Rain Must Fall
I am a true lover of the falling rain. The rain breathes life in all things. It breeds mosquitos that help make up the feel of summer (though I could do without), the rain speaks of loves lost and loves gained, it wreaks havoc on those who forget how to drive when the roads are slick, it drowns out the sound of the frogs who are enthralled with the downpour of a winters rain, the rain delays tennis matches, delays baseball games, makes parents think their children will catch a cold by playing in the rain or jumping in the puddles, the falling of the rain creates a an orchestra of beautiful music whether it hits the siding of your house, the speeding of the windshield, the tin siding of your outdoor storage shed, or the toys you forgot to bring in before it began to rain.
The rain makes me think of countries that so desperately need it for production of food and survival, the rain makes me think of the monsoons that destroy year after year those in its path, the rain makes me think of how amazing the idea of moisture, that turns in to water droplets that come from a darkened sky or sometimes comes down through a sky bespeckled by the sun shining through the clouds, and yet I think we take for granted the very essence of what the rain really evokes in the cycle of life, despite all of it's downfalls (no pun intended here).
So whether you love it or hate or prefer the blazing sun, we could never do without it regardless.
The rain makes me think of countries that so desperately need it for production of food and survival, the rain makes me think of the monsoons that destroy year after year those in its path, the rain makes me think of how amazing the idea of moisture, that turns in to water droplets that come from a darkened sky or sometimes comes down through a sky bespeckled by the sun shining through the clouds, and yet I think we take for granted the very essence of what the rain really evokes in the cycle of life, despite all of it's downfalls (no pun intended here).
So whether you love it or hate or prefer the blazing sun, we could never do without it regardless.
Cayucos Wave Out: photo by kim
The beauty of the ocean in 3-D. It has an amazing smell, the feel of the wave on your feet, the tassling of your hair and upon your face of the windswept salty air, the sand beneath your feet-getting caught bewteen the toes, the sound of the waves crashing, along with the sound of the wind passing by your ears, and finally the abundant life below the foaming liquid with great mystery and pure inspiration, in order for us to grasp understanding. I love how you don't need 3-D glasses to experience and observe up close and personal the beauty of this natural phenomenon.
In observing the amazing crashing of the waves-landing on shore and then return back out to sea, have you ever stopped to observe the sheen, and the life that gets left behind once the wave has gone back out? I wanted to see what I would capture as the wave return back to the sea and this is what I captured.
In observing the amazing crashing of the waves-landing on shore and then return back out to sea, have you ever stopped to observe the sheen, and the life that gets left behind once the wave has gone back out? I wanted to see what I would capture as the wave return back to the sea and this is what I captured.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Moving on from a tomboy
Well, at the age of 37 I still get the question of what year in high school am I. Quite a compliment I might say! Though the years, the sun and life have added years to my once supple and unblemished skin. The crows feet have landed when I smile these days, and I have now begun to wear foundation, to cover the uneven tones now clearly visible to the naked eye.
Gone now are the days of my tomboyish charm to only now be replaced by a somewhat womanly way of thinking - floral patterns, the color pink, regular appointments at the hair salon, limiting my days of grandma underroos (though no thongs, thank you), more conscious about 'looking good' out in public (though haven't quite made it to actually doing it on a regular basis just yet), carrying a purse instead of a backpack, purchasing a little coin purse with my first name initial, and actually carrying myself a bit more like a lady than a tomboy, meaning sitting with my legs crossed or tucked in more often then spread eagle.
Gone are the days of my need for climbing places of great heights, needing to act like 'one of the boys', having less and less males as friends (which perplexes me somewhat), desiring to wear boxy t'shirts, wanting a man's figure and not what I have, wanting to have been born a boy but now realizing that I just need to embrace what little feminity I do have and let it shine through in all its glory. Thank goodness my husband loves me regardless!
Who knew I'd be having this sort of identity crisis? I thought I would be able to have the best of both worlds but soon realized the two worlds crash and are not capable of coinciding with one another in true harmony. Whatever that means...
But I'm needing to finally take it like a woman and allow myself to become the woman that I am and was made to be. It should be interesting as time goes by.
Gone are the days of excuses for doing extreme and stupid things (jumping off roof tops, off tops of trees, skiing down the Black Diamond slopes instead of the Blue Diamond slopes I was actually rated for). There's a loss of innocence, loss of reason to hang out with 'the guys', loss of the impish tomboyish grin and twinkle of the eye. Now only to be replaced by the feminine allure of my girlish grin and coyish posture.
Ode to thy tomboyish ways. To ye with thy tassled hair, dirty hands, skinned knees, and freedom of spirit. Thy ways have received the whirling of winds, the crackling of thy leaves under thine's footing, The trees awaited for thee to be climbed, hugged, and to be thy source of thy foundation from the ground ye below. Ode to thy tomboyish ways, thee sun shined on thy days and the moon brightened the start of dusk as thee roamed from here to there. Ode to the days of old, but may thee sun shine even brighter to thy new ways and look thee back with a gush of thine's satisfaction.
Moving on as a woman...
Gone now are the days of my tomboyish charm to only now be replaced by a somewhat womanly way of thinking - floral patterns, the color pink, regular appointments at the hair salon, limiting my days of grandma underroos (though no thongs, thank you), more conscious about 'looking good' out in public (though haven't quite made it to actually doing it on a regular basis just yet), carrying a purse instead of a backpack, purchasing a little coin purse with my first name initial, and actually carrying myself a bit more like a lady than a tomboy, meaning sitting with my legs crossed or tucked in more often then spread eagle.
Gone are the days of my need for climbing places of great heights, needing to act like 'one of the boys', having less and less males as friends (which perplexes me somewhat), desiring to wear boxy t'shirts, wanting a man's figure and not what I have, wanting to have been born a boy but now realizing that I just need to embrace what little feminity I do have and let it shine through in all its glory. Thank goodness my husband loves me regardless!
Who knew I'd be having this sort of identity crisis? I thought I would be able to have the best of both worlds but soon realized the two worlds crash and are not capable of coinciding with one another in true harmony. Whatever that means...
But I'm needing to finally take it like a woman and allow myself to become the woman that I am and was made to be. It should be interesting as time goes by.
Gone are the days of excuses for doing extreme and stupid things (jumping off roof tops, off tops of trees, skiing down the Black Diamond slopes instead of the Blue Diamond slopes I was actually rated for). There's a loss of innocence, loss of reason to hang out with 'the guys', loss of the impish tomboyish grin and twinkle of the eye. Now only to be replaced by the feminine allure of my girlish grin and coyish posture.
Ode to thy tomboyish ways. To ye with thy tassled hair, dirty hands, skinned knees, and freedom of spirit. Thy ways have received the whirling of winds, the crackling of thy leaves under thine's footing, The trees awaited for thee to be climbed, hugged, and to be thy source of thy foundation from the ground ye below. Ode to thy tomboyish ways, thee sun shined on thy days and the moon brightened the start of dusk as thee roamed from here to there. Ode to the days of old, but may thee sun shine even brighter to thy new ways and look thee back with a gush of thine's satisfaction.
Moving on as a woman...
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Cayucos Beach Bird: photo by kim
Some times it's the simplest of beauty that can take your breath away. And often times these are just fleeting moments. To capture such a moment was truly a blessing.
Local Cayucos Fisherman: photo by kim
Too many times we walk past someone or something that could have a story or simply be of a moment's interest. I asked to take this fisherman's photo because I just thought he was so cute, and through my eyes, had great portrait appeal. I also found out, by talking with him that he was a local fisherman and a Philippino. I could have simply walked past him, but I am so glad I didn't. He made my day in many ways.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Thoughts from a simple minded idealist
"Nonviolence is the law of the human race and is infinitely greater than, and superior to, brute force. " -- M.K.Gandhi
When will we ever just be able to get along with one another?
Life can be so cruel already without man's intentional decisions to cause harm on one another. When will it all stop?
You'd think we would have had enough with all of the blood that has been shed from the beginning of time until now, and yet more bloodshed, continued hunger, poverty, continued wars, continued ownership of land for oil, continued killing off of species, of indigenious peoples, all because we are so DAMN prideful and greedy beings. This has got to stop!!!!
When will it stop? Why won't it stop? It HAS GOT TO STOP!
When will we ever just be able to get along with one another?
Life can be so cruel already without man's intentional decisions to cause harm on one another. When will it all stop?
You'd think we would have had enough with all of the blood that has been shed from the beginning of time until now, and yet more bloodshed, continued hunger, poverty, continued wars, continued ownership of land for oil, continued killing off of species, of indigenious peoples, all because we are so DAMN prideful and greedy beings. This has got to stop!!!!
When will it stop? Why won't it stop? It HAS GOT TO STOP!
Friday Night Quote
"The things about newer friends is that they have so little reference. You might give them the synopsis of the life you've led up until the point they met you. But it doesn't quite sink in, not really. How could it? Your past is only a story for them." Excerpt from: The Interpreter a novel by Suki Kim
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Pouring Forth
Pouring forth from the depth of the soul:
In the desert with blowing sand, in the rain barefoot, in creativity with artistic passion, in voice with much to speak of, in welcoming arms willing to share their lives, in words for those willing to take in, in photos of unseen captivity, in love til death do us part, in rhyme with no reason, in poetic justice for those living unjustly, in the forest under a safe canopy of brooding arms, in the heart that is restless for much adventure and misadventures, in the eyes that they may see and do all that is of me, for me in the past, the present and and all that I was created to be and am becoming.
In the desert with blowing sand, in the rain barefoot, in creativity with artistic passion, in voice with much to speak of, in welcoming arms willing to share their lives, in words for those willing to take in, in photos of unseen captivity, in love til death do us part, in rhyme with no reason, in poetic justice for those living unjustly, in the forest under a safe canopy of brooding arms, in the heart that is restless for much adventure and misadventures, in the eyes that they may see and do all that is of me, for me in the past, the present and and all that I was created to be and am becoming.
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